I love you for always be there at Sunday morning at 8 o’clock sharp.
You never miss one day, for more than 15 years.

I love you for always show your witty face and make a contagious happines for the people around you.
Especially me.

I love you for being unperfect.
Even a clever robot like you needs help sometimes.

I love you for making me keep on dreaming.
You are the creature from ‘someday’ and I know a lot is happening in ‘someday’.

I love you for teaching me to keep on trying.
Even sophisticated tools sent from the future don’t always make sure everything will run smoothly.

And I love you for letting me seeing you in your hometown.
See, you are the one who always convince me, "Dream on and make it happen."

I love you. For letting me loving you this big.

I love this book.
Whenever I feel a little bit weary, or need an insight, I grab the book, sit by the corner of my bed, and capture its words.
This is everything about me. Summer, friendship, tevas, boys, first kiss, first sex, first love, holiday, white summer house, growing up, love affair, etc. On the other hand it includes dream, passion, working hard, compasiion, vision of the future, sanity, and wishful thinking.
This is the best of Judy Blume, is all I can say.
Man, you will find it very different than any other Blume's adult fiction books. In fact, this is not adult fiction genre, as the story evolved around one chacacter, Vix, from his childhood untill she married. Now, you know why..

One sentence I can find in www.amazon.com:
At home, Vix asked her mother, "How is it possible, in this day and age, that I've never seen the ocean?"

I’m not asking for this from you. For I’ve been keeping this in my heart so long. Lonely nights, rainy season and dusty days, I’ve been doing it. But, this is all I’ve got. A lotta love. They are here for giveaway. For you, you, yes you the one with blue t-shirt, you up there, you down there, you the guy with big glasses on, and of course... you! Will there be a day with lacking of it? Hopefully, won’t be. For this organic body and emotional abstract soul have never been too tired to produce itu, day or nite, even when I sleep. Ahh... Am I a machine or such a pathetic too-sensitive robot?